stepson fucked stepmom while she is inside of washing machine – creampie

The Step-Machine: A Taboo Love Story

He couldn’t believe his eyes as he entered the laundry room, his jaw dropping to the floor at the sight before him. There was his gorgeous step-mother, locked inside the washing machine, her luscious curves barely contained by the thin fabric of her dress. The engine was rumbling, vibrating her entire body, and she was looking back at him with desperate, pleading eyes.

“Oh thank god you’re home,” she panted, trying to remain calm despite the drum’s relentless spinning. “I was trying to clean out the machine and I got stuck, the door won’t budge!”

Paul gulped, his throat deserting him as he took in the scene before him. His stepmother, her name StepMommy Mya, was always a sight to behold with her buxom figure, long chestnut hair, and sparkling green eyes. Now, locked in the washing machine, her dress riding up to reveal her creamy thighs and the tempting curve of her ass, he felt a stirring in his pants that couldn’t be denied.

“U-Um, yeah… I’ll get you out in a sec,” he stammered, his voice cracking slightly as his eyes drank in her form. He leaned in closer, his breath catching in his throat as he noticed the sheer black lace panties she wore, the crotch already damp with her excitement. It seemed she was just as affected by their close proximity as he was.

He reached out to help her out, but his hands were shaking too much, his body overwhelmed with primal need. Unable to stop himself, he slid a hand up her thigh, cupping her ass and squeezing the soft flesh. Mya gasped, her eyes widening at his bold move, but she didn’t pull away.

“Paul, what are you doing?” she whimpered, but it sounded more like a plea than a protest.

Emboldened, Paul pressed closer, his knee nudging her thighs apart as he ground his hardening cock against her through his jeans. “I’m doing what we both want,” he panted, his other hand moving to her breast, kneading the soft mound and feeling her nipple stiffen beneath his touch.

Mya arched into his touch, her body betraying her own growing need. “But we can’t… it’s wrong,” she breathed, even as she wiggled her hips, seeking more friction against her aching core.

“Wrong feels so damn good,” Paul growled, shoving her dress up to reveal her panty-clad pussy. He ripped the flimsy lace away, baring her glistening folds to his hungry gaze. “I’m going to fuck you, StepMommy. Right here, right now.”

Mya could only moan in response as Paul freed his thick, throbbing cock from his jeans. He stroked it a few times, his eyes locked on her weeping pussy, before Notching the swollen head against her slick entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight heat.

“Oh fuuuck,” they both cried out, lost in the bliss of finally being joined together. Paul started to rut into her hard and fast, the washing machine’s vibrations adding to the intense sensations as it shook them both. Mya wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper as she met each thrust with a roll of her own hips.

“Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” Mya cried, her long nails digging into Paul’s shoulders as he pounded her into the back of the machine. The wet, obscene sounds of their joining filled the small room, mingling with their moans and grunts of pleasure. Paul could feel her pussy clenching around him, fluttering with the beginnings of her climax.

“Come for me, StepMommy,” he commanded, his voice hoarse with lust. “I want to feel you cum all over my cock.”

Mya obeyed, throwing her head back with a scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Paul felt her pussy gushing around him, coating his pistoning shaft with her sweet juices as her body convulsed in ecstasy. The added slickness allowed him to rut into her even harder, chasing his own release.

“Yes, yes, fuck fuck fuuck!” Paul bellowed as his balls tightened, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he erupted deep inside her spasming cunt. He filled her to the brim with his hot seed, his come shooting out to mingle with her own release. He kept thrusting, stirring his load inside her and prolonging their mutual bliss.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally collapsed against each other, Paul’s softening cock still nestled in her thoroughly used hole. They stayed like that for a few moments, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow of their illicit coupling. But soon reality started to seep back in.

“Paul, what have we done?” Mya whispered, fresh tears filling her eyes. “This was so wrong of us…”

Paul sighed, pulling out of her and stepping back to let her straighten her clothes. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. They had given into their base desires, betraying the trust of his father and the sanctity of their family. But even as he watched Mya crying and trying to clean herself up, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and want for more.

He knew they had just scratched the surface of their taboo fantasy. They both craved more of this forbidden fruit, more of each other, and Paul was determined to get it no matter the cost. His cock was already stirring back to life, eager for another round in their “step-machine” laundry love den.

Paul wanted it all, and he would stop at nothing to make his dirty dreams with his StepMommy come true…